Dreading Thanksgiving conversation. PGP.
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Dreading Thanksgiving conversation. PGP.
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Do what I do; don’t go home
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Grandmother: lSo, do you have a girlfriend?” Me. “No.” “But I want great grandchildren!” “Don’t die in the next 20 years and maybe you’ll have your wish.”
“Are you seeing anyone?” – Grandma
“No, not right now.” – Me
“It’ll be ok.” – Grandma
**switches from wine to whiskey**
Grandma: you’ve been single since April, are you seeing anyone?
Me: No
Grandma: You know you don’t need a man to have a baby? You could get artificial insemination.
…this conversation actually happened already this year. Not looking forward to repeats.
I could perform the insemination with my penis. Just send me the date, time, and address.
Shooters shoot
I’ll talk politics and religion. That works out well for everyone.
Do what I do, get drunk and hide in the living room with my dad and uncle so we can watch football.
Just keep it light.